The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 112: what you’re looking at

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110 MYSTERIES For ever! and yours only. = The conversatien continued ; the hours flew by , Who then, in the place of Rio Santo, would nof have considered his victory as complete? And yet, from that very moment, the countess appear- ed thoughtful. Some secret hope or fear appeared to engross her attention. I am going to Covent Garden this evening. said she, after a pause. Will you accompany me. my lord ? | f willconduct you there, Ophelia; but I have, a plaee reserved for me in Lady Campbeli’s box. | However restricted is your offer, my lord, I ac: cept it, Be pleased to wait here for me an in stant, The countess rang thehell. Jane ieeueen it and received orders to prepare her ladyship’y toilet. Ric Santo remained alone in the drawing- room, He threw himself upon a sofa, and fell) into one of his habitual reveries. But this time the subject of his reverie was not left to chance; it was determined by a magnificent full-length portrait of the countess, which was hanging in the drawing room. | W hile Rio Santo was comparing the two lovely persons, whose ideas by turns occupied his imagi- nation, the countess was hurriedly dressing herseif for the theatre, and was urging on her waiting: woman, who was greatly astonished that a work) of so much importanee should be so hastily per formed. | I thank you, Jane,said the countess, at last, i in| a tone which meant significantly, that willdo,